Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The screams that came out came from a sword cultivator who was disturbed by the sudden attack. He shot carelessly and accidentally broke a pill furnace.

Dan furnace is to Danxiu just like sword repair and sword, medical repair and knife. The only difference is that Dan furnace is very expensive.

But unfortunately and fortunately, that Danxiu didn't have time to settle accounts with him in a short period of time, because almost at the same time, black smoke diffused around, isolating spiritual thoughts, making people unable to see clearly. The ghosts are very similar.

Enemy attack!

An Xian's original lazy appearance immediately changed drastically, she stood up tall, and she instinctively blasted out several sword qi.

There were sword lights in the void, but soon, the black smoke began to fade.

Youjia held up a blue lantern, which was as bright as a candle, but quickly consumed the surrounding fog.

The people who came to attack them were all masked, they were brutal and there were a large number of them.

But it is obvious that there is no sense of unity, and they fight separately, but Kunlai's disciples have assembled a formation very skillfully, with the nearest few people as a group, after protecting the wounded, all kinds of talismans Throw it out like money.

Whether it is the outer door or the expedition, this kind of gathering formation has long entered his instinct.

Compared with their opponents, their cooperation is extremely seamless. The poison cultivator releases the poison, and Fu Feng releases the talisman. Under the protection of several people, Tai Yifeng quickly made a proposed big formation, and the surrounding Kunlai disciples fought and retreated. Their direction gathers.

However, the enemies are far outnumbered.

Some people even face five or six bandit cultivators alone. No matter how good the cooperation is, it is somewhat difficult to support under the overwhelming number.

Youjia and Huang Wei commanded the disciples of this peak, but they couldn't find where the little goblin was.

Bai Shuixian and An Xian met several Hedao monks, they just handed over their swords, and they went to the cloud to kill each other tacitly - the Hedao monks were too powerful, and the aftermath could easily hurt other Huashen Yuanying monks, and the same , they are even more eager for the wealth of the Kun-Lai monks.

During the fight, Bai Shuixian and An Xian drew their swords extremely fiercely. They both knew that the Kunlai disciples below were in danger, and if they ended the battle in a second, they could save a little casualties.

An Xian's swordsmanship has already reached the state of perfection, the kind of sword that will never return, the meaning of sacrificing oneself and forgetting oneself, is so huge that it almost has no power to fight back the few monks on the opposite side. Nor can she.

But she didn't feel the slightest bit of relaxation in her heart - she could feel that there were still monks who were in the same way secretly watching around, and as long as there was a chance, they would make a move quietly.

She changed her mind and resolutely sold a fatal flaw. The other cultivator was overjoyed when he saw it. The sword light pierced the sky like a rainbow, and it seemed that he could succeed, but An Xian's sword intent suddenly accelerated again very quickly. Arriving first, a sword owl's head, and the opponent's sword energy just pierced her chest half an inch, only a small injury.

However, at this moment, a sword appeared strangely in the void, stabbing heavily towards the wound, and piercing into the heart.

A mocking smile suddenly appeared on An Xian's face, and when she turned the long sword in her right hand, a blue light was drawn almost along his long sword, that kind of indescribable speed, softness and gentleness, like the sun shining on the top of the mountain in the morning, The white snow reflects the sky, revealing the most beautiful blue in the world.

But that was also the scariest Lan, who went up against the sword and sliced ​​off the thumb, palm, and through the elbow, the right shoulder and even the lower half of the attacker's body, all cut off together.

The blood burst!

An Xian retreated suddenly, and a bloody light shot out from her chest, and she stretched out her hand to hold her down.

"Why don't you die..." Feeling that the opponent's blood was not fading, the attacker was extremely frightened and retreated quickly.

An Xian slammed her right hand, and threw the long sword out. Her huge skill pierced the attacker's trachea and spine, and eliminated all his voices.

She beckoned back the long sword and stared coldly at the other masked men.

That kind of terrifying aura made them almost unable to breathe, and they were timid before fighting—although they were already in harmony, but just now, in just three breaths, this woman had already killed an elder in harmony, and each of them It is the backbone of one's own sect, if there are three advantages and two shortcomings, no matter how many things the apprentices rob, they can only take advantage of other sects.

An Xian smiled coldly, put down the wound that had stopped bleeding, and took a step forward.

The opponent took a step back at the same time, and when they fought again, they were extremely cautious in their shots. Even if An Xian showed her flaws, she would not be easily fooled and made up her mind to drag her to death.

It's just that, she was crushed and beaten by An Xian even more. Her long sword didn't know what kind of item it was, and chopping up the magic weapon of the real yuan armor was like cutting melons and vegetables, and the magic weapon could be found with just three or five swords Flaws, broken with a sword.In half a moment, she seized the opportunity to stab another person through the head with a sword, and fell from the sky like a bag.

This kind of change undoubtedly made those people even more fearful, and they all felt retreating. If it wasn't for showing their backs during the battle, they would have turned around and fled long ago.

On the other side, Bai Narcissus is not so bloody.

She was dressed in white, like a fairy in the water, with one sword after another, like a soft white silk in the water, without the power to hurt anyone.

But only those who besieged her felt that the murderous horror was extremely difficult. When they shot, they felt as if they were in the bottom of the sea, and all their feelings became unreal. The distance, sound, and speed were all changed, not only could they not get close to her body , the weird pressure gradually increased in her rhythm, and with their cultivation base, they couldn't breathe.

That does not work!

A masked cultivator felt a little exhausted. In a flash of thought, he gritted his teeth and took out a wax pill from his bosom. He gritted his teeth and swallowed it. Almost instantly, his essence that was about to be exhausted recovered like a rising tide. After getting up, half of the body recovered in less than a moment, and in the battle, he was much calmer.

"Brother Dao, lend me one." Another masked monk next to him seemed to be in the same situation, but he didn't have this elixir, so he had to ask for help, "When things happen here, there will be rewards."

"I only have one, such a treasure, if it's an emergency, do you think I'll use it?" the monk who took the medicine said coldly.

"That's right!" The other party no longer insisted, he also knew that this kind of thing could save lives at this time, and no one would be willing to use it until the end.

But it doesn't matter, this kind of swordsmanship is also very exhausting for that woman, I don't believe how long she can last.

The Bai Narcissus on the opposite side seemed to see their plan, smiled coldly, took out a handful of wax pills with the same engraving as the monk on the other side, and swallowed them like jelly beans.

Almost instantly, the slightly weakened realm of swordsmanship began to stabilize, even stronger than before.

Several monks in the realm turned pale for a moment.

Bai Narcissus did not show any signs of change, her divine sense still remained on the battlefield below, even though she and An Xian had some advantages, but ordinary disciples were already in danger, and many disciples had been seriously injured, all thanks to Kunlai The standard carry-on bag can keep them alive. Even so, there are still several disciples who have no signs of life. If they don't get treated quickly, they might stay here.

She almost exploded!Where did the little goblin go at this time, hurry up and save her!

She knew very well that with the power of his sword last time, even all the monks here would not be able to receive his sword.

But she reacted quickly.

This time not only the little goblin did not make a move, but the Golden Crow Girl who followed this time also did not make a move, and even the sea hydra just hugged his beautiful snake and cleaned up the nearby monks one after another. Typical output.

"Feng Qingxiu!" Bai Shuixian said angrily, "It's almost enough, don't go too far!"

"It's not too much." An ugly voice sounded like scraping broken copper and iron. Not far away, a handsome woman with sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes. She was dressed in gold and shone brightly in the sun. Together with Feng Qingxiu, she stared at A monk in Tsing Yi in the distance.

The cultivator stood quietly in the clouds, with a calm expression, his face was seven to eight points similar to that of the senior brother in charge, and there was a white lotus mark on the corner of his clothes, he just looked at it calmly, did not make a move or speak.

But after exhausting all of Bai Shuixian's spiritual senses, he didn't find anyone there, and Feng Qingxiu's sword was already entrenched in his palm, ready to strike at any time.

Seeing this, the monk just smiled lightly: "I said I wanted to help, but you must not believe me, that's all."

He waved his sleeves and turned around and disappeared into the clouds. After all, it was Kunlai's lineage. All he wanted was the king's seal in Ayun's hand. When interests were irrelevant, he admired Xizhou Kunlai very much.

"What a powerful human immortal, more dangerous than those three old fellows," the Golden Crow Demon Saint looked at that person, doubts flashed in his eyes. Zhan, easily found the identity of that person from memory, and was a little surprised for a while, "Grand Priest, he is still alive, how pitiful."

"What did you say?" Feng Qingxiu looked back at her.

"Oh, isn't it pitiful for a human being alone?" Jin Wu tilted his head and asked, he had never seen such a miserable human being.

Feng Qingxiu gave a rare smile and nodded yes.

While talking, his fingertips fell again, and he silently deflected a long sword that wanted to take the life of a Kunlai disciple, only brushing a little wound on his neck.

Not long after, under the disadvantage of several besieged He Dao monks, they took out their trump cards to save their lives. An Xian killed two, and the remaining three escaped with serious injuries. Dozens of monks evacuated.

On Baishuixian's side, one was caught alive, and the others exploded in cultivation, leaving hidden wounds that were difficult to heal.

She immediately killed back.

At this time, the robbers saw that the general situation was over, they fled one after another, and many were left behind, but even so, the victory this time was extremely miserable.

Dozens of Kunlai disciples were almost all wounded, nearly a dozen were missing arms and legs, Yujia had only three claws left, and his two beards were snatched away.

There were also a few seriously injured disciples who were out of breath, and were rescued only after being rescued with all their strength by a few medical practitioners who were also seriously injured.

Three other disciples are missing.

With lingering fear in his heart, Bai Shuixian glanced at Feng Qingxiu angrily: "Tell me, what should I do?"

Feng Qingxiu said to Jin Wu indifferently: "Send them back, I'll go find those three disciples."

The Golden Crow girl said: "Naturally."

Feng Qingxiu turned and left, but she clenched her fingers tightly and flicked the void.

The invisible sword energy follows the relationship between the dark and the dark, and chases out.

Those three disciples were just dispersed, and they would be back soon, even so, he couldn't help pinching the paper figurine on his chest.

"Do you think they will restrain themselves a little bit from now on?" Seeing that fellow practitioners were injured, even though he knew they could be cured, he still felt a little guilty.

The paper figurine slowly climbed up to his ear and sat down, holding his hand quietly: "Just this time? Xiaoqing, I'm afraid you're thinking too much."

Just as he was talking, a disciple who recovered his breath stretched out his hand to grab the monk who was treating him, panting, "Is there any number of my captives?"

Feng Qingxiu's pretty face instantly turned green.